"For a long time we have heard rumors," he said rising, "rumors concerning our pastor, of a painful nature. And although we did not credit them, yet they troubled us. Last night, however, we each received a letter, from an unknown person, who informed us, that in case we visited this house, between midnight and daybreak, we would discover our pastor, in company with the wife of an aged member of our church. As the letter inclosed the password, by which admittance is gained to this place, we took counsel upon the matter, and concluded to come. And,—"
"And,—" interrupted Watkins, rising solemnly, and extending the forefinger of his right hand, toward Bulgin, "and now we see!"
"And now we see!" echoed Mr. Watkins, absently shutting one eye, as he regarded Bulgin's face.
"We all see," remarked Mr. Potts resuming his seat, and then as if to clinch the matter—"and with our own eyes!"
Bulgin never before fully appreciated the meaning of the word "embarrassed." His wits had never failed him before; would they fail him now? He made an effort—
"Why, gentlemen, the truth is, I was summoned to this house, on professional duty,—" he began.
Mr. Potts groaned; they all groaned.
"In that costume?" asked Potts.
"And with madam there?" asked Watkins.
"Pro-fessi-o-n-a-l d-u-t-y!" thus Watkins in a hollow voice.